Just Give Up

Chapter One: You've Made Your Bed (So Sleep In It)

Chapter One: You've Made Your Bed (So Sleep In It)

*WARNING STRONG LANGUAGE*

I whimpered on the floor. Trying my hardest to block out the laughter and the pain. It's not like it was my first time to get the shit kicked out of me, but it's not like you get use to it. The sharp pains stopped for just a moment and I was stupid enough to breathe a sigh of relief. Suddenly, but not surprisingly, I was pulled up by my collar and before I could even drag open my swelling eyes a fist connected with my cheek. Hard.

You know when you smack your nose and everything smells weird and you get a metallic taste in your mouth for a few moments? Well exactly that happened... alongside a cracking noise and an incredibly agonising pain rupturing across my whole face. It doesn't take a genius to figure out what that probably meant.

Again it wasn't the first time my nose had been broken, but it was the first time people had cheered because of it, and it was definitely the first time someone had continued to pound on it afterwards.

The shriek I'd let loose did not help my case but I couldn't help it; it felt like my nose was completely buggered.

I had at least three bruised ribs, my forehead was bleeding... a lot, and I couldn't lift my arms up to protect my face any more. My heart raced in my chest; beating faster and faster by the second. No one was stopping it. No one wanted to stop it. They were either both blind and deaf, or they'd started enjoying watching a dude double my size kick the shit out of me.

I'm guessing the latter.

My head was smacked onto the floor, making me hear a ringing noise in my ears. My damp eyes began to run as I gave into the sobs that shook my body.

Finally getting lucky, I started seeing purple spots in my vision and I couldn't open my eyes any longer. The pain started to fade but I could still feel every punch, every kick. The laughing and shouting from the crowd that gathered began to fade into the distance of my mind and I fell into sweet, sweet darkness.

But not before I heard the very distance hum of a very familiar Harley Davidson.

*............*

One word: Ouch.

Everything hurts. And I mean everything. I'm pretty sure I'll be peeing from a tube for the rest of my life.

The swelling around my eyes had gone down a bit, so I must have been out of it for a while. Yet when I opened my eyes it was pitch black so I guess I'm either blind or it's late... I hope it's just late.

There's no beeping so I guess my injuries weren't bad enough for my brother to throw me in hospital, which is good for me. Hospital bills are a bitch.

I groaned loudly as I turned onto my side, hoping to get some more sleep. But instead I ended up putting pressure on my arm making it sting like a bitch. I hissed, clenching my jaw and moving back to my original position.

Mumbling a few choice words I attempted sitting up, without using my arms this time. I was half way to sitting up before I lost the little balance I already had and fell backwards; smacking my left shoulder against what I assume is my night stand.

At this point I'd lost my temper and was either going to break down crying or I was going to scream.

Before I could decide, the door to my room opened widely. A bright orange light filled my room, stinging my eyes.

When I looked over I saw my brother stood in the doorway. As usual he was a cross between pissed, concerned and just plain distressed.

I stared back into the brown, chocolaty eyes that we shared. My brother and I shared little physical characteristics; our eyes and the shape of our lips is where our resemblance ends. Where my hair was a light brown colour and had grown to nearly cover my left eye, my brothers was styled as an almost black Mohawk. His tall, tanned 5ft 11, 11.5 stone muscular figure had my 5ft 9 and 140 pound lanky self beat down to the last pale scrawny detail. And sadly, at 17 I doubt I'll grow any taller to match his height, but it doesn't bother me too much though, where my brothers hard and defined features resembles our drunken father, my soft features resembles our mother.

Leaving his leaning position in my doorway, my brother sauntered over towards me, and took a seat at the bed, his arms still crossed with the same emotions plain in his eyes.

"Brendon."

Well shit.

"Colton."

Colton shoved his hand into the back pocket of his jeans and threw the screwed up sheet of paper at my chest.

Giving my brother a quizzical look, I lifted the paper from my chest and straightened it out. Clearing my throat I began to read the sheet.

"A beautiful two bedroom apartment for sale within the area of Hammersmith. Very large master bedroom-"

I cut myself off after realizing the significance of the apartment description. I glared at my brother.

"You didn't." My deep, croaky voice sounded angrier than ever, causing me to nearly flinch at the surprising tone. My brother seemed to think so two, as he dropped his eyes from my own and seemed to physically shrink back into the darkness of my room.

"No but, after today I thought-"

"Well you thought wrong Cole." I sighed loudly and scrapped a hand against my swollen, battered face.

"How many times do I have to tell you Colton? Huh?" Without waiting for an answer I continued, "I refuse to run away from what I caused, okay? I won't just hide from my problems. I'll sit them out, and at the end of this year I'll have all my A Levels and I won't have to deal with a broken nose from those dicks any longer. Okay?"

I took a deep breath, wincing when the pain struck me from my rips. Damn I must be fucked up bad.

Sighing, I looked at my brothers face. I felt the guilt in the pit of my stomach grow from my outburst. My eyes softened as I cleared my throat, "I made my bed Cole, now I've gotta lie in it," I chuckled slightly patting the sheets beneath me, "literally."

It was obvious Cole didn't expect any less from me, yet he still visibly sagged with disappointment.

"Fine. Suffer Bren, do whatever you want. And who knows? Maybe next time I won't get there in time to drag off that Jason Bradford dick before he forces your broken ribs into your lungs, huh?" With that he stormed out of my room, slamming the door behind him.

Breathing another heavy sigh, I winced as I searched blindly for the notepad and pen I kept on my bedside cabinet. Reaching above my head to the light switch on, I flooded my room with light.

Opening my notepad I read down the last used page which held only a small proportion of my list:

Alex Henderson.

Shane Tether.

Bethany Coxks.

Brittany Hep.

Matty Hex.

I added one more name to my list, before turning out my light, placing my notebook and pen back onto my nightstand and falling into a dreamless sleep:

Jason Bradford.

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